towerofanimus | (no subject)

Characters: One guilty and pissed off demon (

divinitysoiled) and anyone in her warpath
Setting: Floors 1-6
Format: Action, will match prose
Summary: After what happened here, Catarina is taking her guilt and anger out on monsters and anything in her path
Warnings: Gore, usual succubus shenanigans

[It started fairly innocently. The first floor was as clean as it usually was, until the stairs were encountered. Once there, it was obvious someone had fought a monster and had a few aggression issues to take out. It was a bloody affair with bits and pieces scattered in quite a few places, but other than that, it wasn't that bad.]

[The following floors had worse. It looked like someone had started to go out of their way to find monsters, the aggression becoming worse and worse. As the carnage started to get worse, there started to be the sound of a woman laughing maniacally. Close to the sixth floor was the source, one Catarina Amanto covered in blood, guts, and possibly little else, knife in her hand and eyes wild. She was laughing still, looking around for her next victim.]

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[Catarina turned around and around, still laughing and not quite having seen Lucien yet. When her eyes finally light upon him, she stopped laughing, a smile frozen on her lips]

[Being of practical mind, he drew his sword then.]

Enjoying yourself?

[Smart]

[Catarina laughed at that, her knife coming up to trace the swell of her breasts.] Enjoying? Enjoying?

[Lucien's eyes lingered on her ~~breast~~ blade for a moment, before returning to hers.

He didn't seem particularly disturbed at the mess, as some others might be.]

You do seem positively ecstatic, my lady.

[She started to come closer to him, her hips swaying]

Perhaps you should read others better.

[Her words made him blink, and look closer.

True, he had spent almost six months wandering the wastelands of Tamriel, seeing neither beast nor man nor mer save dead. Maybe he was a bit rusty.]

[Then it occurred to him, her laughter was the laughter of anguish, her smile masking emotions contrary.

By Sithis, he needed to get out more.]

My apologies, it has been... some time since I spoke with a beautiful woman.

[Don't think he won't defend himself if she attacks; his stance looked lazy, sloppy, but that was a deception. It would take more than just six months alone for him to forget something so ingrained.]

Then you should talk with more. [Her knife came up, almost caressing her lips. She started to circle him, taking in his stance]

What will it be, my lady?

[Taking his cue, he started moving to counter her circling. He knew this dance well. Two predators, facing off, as ready to rip each other's throats as they were to otherwise.]

[And suddenly, she started laughing again, wild and mad]

You know this, don't you? What we're doing.

[A small smile came out at her words. He was feeling a rush, the same kind every time he felt his blade slide across the throat of his victim.]

I've danced this dance many times before.

[A throaty moan escaped her at that, followed by a laugh] Then let's go!

[A languid smile crossed his face, and he shifted, setting one foot forward just before he feints at her. Purely to test her defenses, of course.]

[She dodged it, smoothly, before shifting to rush him, a fist racing out to his midsection]

[Lucien wasn't agile enough to dodge, so he braced himself instead and moved with her punch to reduce the damage.

It still winded him, causing him to intake sharply through his nose. The lady was quite strong. He would have to keep his wits about him.

Bringing his sword up, he counterattacked, swiping upwards.]